Man of the Century, Part 2

Howl Reborn was no pleasant bath. In fact, facing up to the phenomenon of mass dissociation, prompted in large part by the Deep State's long uncontrolled antics, is quite the depressing slog. So if Howl Reborn was more of a cold shower for many, the following essay attempts to offer Part 2, here, as a relaxing mental steam bath. It is a movie message as metaphor; holding onto that which is authentic and practicing those enduring values in the midst of a society gone mad. That, in short, is the call to duty of all patriots right now. 

In 1999 The Matrix was released—the incipient “Kraken” of its time. But 1999 also heralded the release of another landmark film—an overlooked work of genius entitled Man of the Century. See if you don’t agree with me by watching the whole film here for free: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrgmn7AnzQM

The Man of the Century star is Johnny Twennies (played by Gibson Frazier). The film is an existential-romp-slapstick-spoof-tour-de-force. Johnny plays a no-nonsense newspaper reporter a la the 1920s. He is a simple, straight-laced man-of-the-people, though quite eccentric when placed into the modern world of 1999. This  protagonist with old-fashioned values juxtaposed within the milieu of our anything-goes mores of today is hilariously portrayed in this film.

Johnny’s “hero’s journey” here is to expose an underworld kingpin and save his struggling newspaper (as well as his job). Up until now, he has been writing a rather inconsequential column, though one that inspires certain fans. Still, if he can get this big scoop he’s after, he will essentially save the day. It’s a simple plot but one that unfolds with an oddly charming wit and laughter all around.

An anonymous commenter on IMDB describes the film this way:

Johnny Twenties [sic], a newspaper columnist in present-day New York, is a jauntily cheerful, very friendly, totally honest and upstanding young man who happens to be completely oblivious to any technological or social changes in the past 70 years. He routinely uses telegrams, a manual typewriter, and a manual toaster, and to the pleasure and despair of his girlfriend conducts his personal life in correspondingly anachronistic style. One day he's threatened by criminals who want to plant a false news story. But they've never met anyone like him before.

The film is a basic story of good vs. evil. And yet in the end we see all of the players come together in a sort of cartoon-character musical variety show (that stomps-down-the-house under the capable hands of Bobby Short and some other very talented jazz veterans).

The ending is a “coming together” or “healing” of sorts (as in what the Democrats are now disingenuously proposing). But it’s more than that. It’s as if Johnny Twennies, by sheer strength of personality, sets things straight and demonstrates that no one—not a criminal, not a sex pervert, not a nerd, or a loose woman—is beyond redemption; all are human beings who just need a little sense knocked into them.

Johnny is a kind of pop Jimmy Stewart in It’s Wonderful Life (though nowhere near as normative).—A kind of cross between Stewart and the improbable angel, Clarence, Johnny is the type of guy who can draw out the best in just about anyone.

Now here we are in the 2020s. If Johnny Twennies epitomized the 20^th Century, who might we say epitomizes the 21^st Century. Dare I say Donald Trump? Pick your own stalwart, teflon eccentric (by today’s standards) with good intentions. If one can influence those around them into the kind of orchestrated, mutually healing, song-and-dance as depicted in Man of the Century, then who cares?

As we await the outcomes of the legal challenges, a little levity can go a long way. ("The court's in session now, here comes da judge, here comes da judge!") My vote is for Johnny Twennies and for every Man of the Century with a good wholesome head on his shoulders. That would most assuredly not include the phony “President-Elect” and his sidekick, Vulgar Kamala-Bear.

Now all you dirty, cheating, traitorous slimers, all you mini-mees out there—listen up! Ask for forgiveness, do your penance, and finally see the righteous Light that calls you to jump and jive to a new bugaloo. As we “get the band back together again” you all better get with the program or else!—or else you’ll be doomed to wander in the Land of Squaresville—that cursed land Allen Ginsberg tried so hard to warn us all about in his Howl.

Take a hard look around you, you no-goods. Start howling, but do more than just howl. Get hip to what’s really happening around you; at how you’ve been used and bruised by the System and its controlled Establishment and anti-Establishment whores like Soros and all of the sacks-of-Scheiße under him—and get hip to foreign meddlers, e.g., the Brits who occupy a level above Soros. Beware of interloping oligarchs and technocrats who have no humanity left in them. Stop being their fools and leave the Land of Squaresville once and for all!

From the poetry of Dylan Thomas (‘30s-‘50s), to 1983 a Merman I Shall Turn to Be released in 1969 by Jimi Hendrix; from George Orwell’s 1984, to 1999’s The Matrix and Man of the Century, and on into the current millennium—once aligned to truth, justice and the American way, all will wonder how we stayed on the Idiot Plantation for so long (and that includes all you "Covidiots"!). For God's sake, once hip to the groove, once the People really grok their optimized human potential, we become as super-charged as our cultural-mutant-nerd, Johnny Twennies—even more so as each of us more fully realizes our inner "special ops" abilities! By the grace of the Holy Spirit we snap-to and key into the Good Lord's unique plan for each of us; each of us a soldier of Christ in service to the secret destiny of America. And Man of the Century depicts one lone reporter against all the odds—Johnny as the (a)typical American, a role model for every fake journalist to look up to and every alt-media hero to hold dear (if it's not stretching things too far). 

So I say repent, all you anti-Trumper Secretaries of State, TDS-afflicted election officials and your copy-cat traitorous minions! Pray to God and Jesus, all you libtards, pray to Our Holy Mother Mary and St. Joseph, with Pope St. Gregory the Great by his side and St. Aloysius polishing his shoes! Come back into the Light, all you politically-correct profaners and heretics, and all you apostate purveyors of the jingo-COVID mythos! Cross over! Repent!